Without daily surrender of my powerlessness over lust, there is no possible way I would have over two and three-quarter years of sexual sobriety. Without daily surrender of my powerlessness over resentment, rage and hatred, there is no possible way I would have recently celebrated two years of what I call “verbal abuse sobriety.” I used to criticize my wife’s body—resenting, blaming and hating her for not measuring up to lust’s standards of perfection; I spewed out this verbal venom or flashed it through rage-filled eyes for 13 years. It is as much an addiction for me as lust—and just as unconquerable, except by God. As my program brothers and sisters applaud my sexual sobriety with a birthday cake and a chip, so my wife at home applauds my verbal abuse sobriety with a birthday cake and a chip. Her love for me is a miracle, her support priceless. I thank God for my wife; and I thank my wife for encouraging me in 1990 to seek help through SA. It has saved my life and my marriage.